Millennial Musings: Facebook is so annoying. I miss MySpace. Tom never eavesdropped on me when I got drunk and ordered three Smashburgers, fries, and a diet coke.

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Millennial Musings: Facebook is so annoying. I miss MySpace. Tom never eavesdropped on me when I got drunk and ordered three Smashburgers, fries, and a diet coke.

Everyone was so busy reminding the grands about shady web threats and unknown numbers, they forgot that old men still answer their doors for young girls.
Her patter felt smooth as he ushered her inside.
Then she saw it. Her gran’s Tampa Totems Table.
She knew it wasn’t. Gran’s totems were gone. Like her.
Still, she faltered. Memories flooded in. What would Gran say if she saw her now?
It took only a moment to recover her flow, as she remembered Gran’s final words: “Smile. And don’t forget. Men are all the same. Stroke a mark’s ego and he’s yours.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioners for the inspiration to write after an extended break. Visit her site for more creative writings.
She had been looking for a sign. Was this it? Had the cosmos spread out a tarot reading just for her? She tried to decipher its message, but she was distracted. The man hummed as he cleaned the window shield. What was that song? It seemed so familiar, but the melody struggled against the discordant squeak of the squeegee. She looked at the wall again. Danger. Caution. Dead End. The signs seemed clear. But then she recognized the tune: Let it Go.
Instead of walking away, she opened the car door: “Thanks for the ride.”
Surely, a girl-dad was safe.

This week’s Fibbing Friday was fun!
As Di noted: Something a little different this week courtesy of Jim Adams who has been inventive in making up words and asks us to describe what these, if they existed, are or could be used for.
